Mom died two years ago but I still put up a tree in her house.
Others say I am stupid wasting money, but when I go there, by myself, smelling the balsam and seeing an icon I have viewed my entire life while listening to the old LP Christmas albums brings a brief bit of sadness but it is quickly replaced by a warm calm.

When I was still in single digits for age I slept in the piano room one night, I remember waking one morning and the first thing I saw was the decorated Christmas tree.
This year I slept on the sofa by the tree and again the first thing I saw in the moring was the decorated Christmas Tree.

You may not see them with your eyes, but all the loving memories and loved ones are still there loving you.
God speed and Merry Christmas.